I pick up my Latte in one hand lacing my fingers around the handle and cradle it with the other. I take small sips while peering over the top. He is exquisite. Tall, tanned with short brown hair that is flicked to the side. Dark brown piercing eyes. He wears a suit jacket that reaches his … Continue reading Flash Fiction – Morning Coffee
My first attempt at flash fiction! I hope I've accomplished what was asked?
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